Ward,” he tsked. “What is my dry cleaner going to say?”
She laughed loudly, the sound filling the quiet room. He smiled and turned to kiss her lips softly. It was a sweet, intimate kiss and Olivia melted into it.
Alex pulled back, glancing at the clock on his nightstand. Olivia followed his gaze and saw it was almost 10:30. “Stay with me tonight. Just to sleep. I’ve missed you,” he admitted quietly.
“You missed me because I’m warm and you try to rub your cold feet all over me,” she accused playfully. But her heart fluttered at his words.
“Mmm, but you’re such a nice little foot warmer,” he countered, his voice relaxed, his eyes lit with affection.
She couldn’t say no to a look like that. She’d missed him too.
“Let’s go shower,” he suggested. “I’m afraid I got you a little messy.”
“I didn’t mind,” she said. He helped her to her feet since her legs felt like jello.
He went to his dresser and grabbed a tissue, wiping at his chest before turning to her. He motioned for her to come closer and he gently wiped at the semen that coated her left breast. He “accidentally” thumbed her nipple, making her gasp, but he smirked and said, “Whoops.”
“You still have my panties, by the way,” she informed him.
“And you’re not getting them back,” he said, turning towards the bathroom. She stood with her mouth hanging open until she heard the shower turn on and then she followed him.
“You’re stealing my panties?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said simply, grinning. “I’m keeping them as a memento of our glorious evening.”
“Do you always keep panties as souvenirs?” she teased.
“Just yours.”
“Well, I should hope so,” she said, arching a brow.
“Jealousy becomes you, darling.”
She rolled her eyes playfully but didn’t respond. They took a quick, yet thorough, shower and only stopped to kiss a few times under the hot spray.
By the time they climbed into bed, it was already 11:00.
Exhaustion overcame the both of them. Olivia fell asleep with a smile on her face because she realized that there was no where she’d rather be than wrapped up in Alex’s warm, strong arms.
Chapter Fifteen
Olivia woke before Alex, for once. Rolling over, she peaked over him to see the clock on his nightstand. 6:43.
Alice was opening for her again today so she settled back down in his sheets and curled up next to him, silently watching him sleep. His lips were parted as he drew in shallow, even breaths and she brushed a few locks of hair away from his forehead so she could see him better.
She’d never seen anything more perfect.
And he was hers.
Affection swelled in her chest, making her heart race. She was in love with Alex Matlock, the most wonderful, confusing, maddening, and sexy man she’d ever met. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Suddenly the door bell rang. It echoed loudly through the house, making Olivia jump. She glanced back at Alex but he didn’t stir at all. Knowing him, he’d probably been working late for the past few nights. Not to mention, they’d worn each other out last night.
Olivia gently lifted the covers off her naked body and slid off the bed quietly so that she wouldn’t wake him. She grabbed his robe hanging off the door of his wardrobe and pulled it on, tying it tightly around her waist. It swamped her, but she didn’t want to rustle around with the clothes strewn all over the floor.
And she wanted to reach the door before whoever was on the other side rang the bell again. Alex needed to sleep.
As she walked out the bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind her, she was wondering who in the world showed up to Alex’s house at 6:45 in the morning. But she didn’t have to wait long.
When she unlatched the lock on the front door and tugged it open, she was faced with none other than Luke Branford. He grinned that broad grin of
She laughed loudly, the sound filling the quiet room. He smiled and turned to kiss her lips softly. It was a sweet, intimate kiss and Olivia melted into it.
Alex pulled back, glancing at the clock on his nightstand. Olivia followed his gaze and saw it was almost 10:30. “Stay with me tonight. Just to sleep. I’ve missed you,” he admitted quietly.
“You missed me because I’m warm and you try to rub your cold feet all over me,” she accused playfully. But her heart fluttered at his words.
“Mmm, but you’re such a nice little foot warmer,” he countered, his voice relaxed, his eyes lit with affection.
She couldn’t say no to a look like that. She’d missed him too.
“Let’s go shower,” he suggested. “I’m afraid I got you a little messy.”
“I didn’t mind,” she said. He helped her to her feet since her legs felt like jello.
He went to his dresser and grabbed a tissue, wiping at his chest before turning to her. He motioned for her to come closer and he gently wiped at the semen that coated her left breast. He “accidentally” thumbed her nipple, making her gasp, but he smirked and said, “Whoops.”
“You still have my panties, by the way,” she informed him.
“And you’re not getting them back,” he said, turning towards the bathroom. She stood with her mouth hanging open until she heard the shower turn on and then she followed him.
“You’re stealing my panties?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said simply, grinning. “I’m keeping them as a memento of our glorious evening.”
“Do you always keep panties as souvenirs?” she teased.
“Just yours.”
“Well, I should hope so,” she said, arching a brow.
“Jealousy becomes you, darling.”
She rolled her eyes playfully but didn’t respond. They took a quick, yet thorough, shower and only stopped to kiss a few times under the hot spray.
By the time they climbed into bed, it was already 11:00.
Exhaustion overcame the both of them. Olivia fell asleep with a smile on her face because she realized that there was no where she’d rather be than wrapped up in Alex’s warm, strong arms.
Chapter Fifteen
Olivia woke before Alex, for once. Rolling over, she peaked over him to see the clock on his nightstand. 6:43.
Alice was opening for her again today so she settled back down in his sheets and curled up next to him, silently watching him sleep. His lips were parted as he drew in shallow, even breaths and she brushed a few locks of hair away from his forehead so she could see him better.
She’d never seen anything more perfect.
And he was hers.
Affection swelled in her chest, making her heart race. She was in love with Alex Matlock, the most wonderful, confusing, maddening, and sexy man she’d ever met. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Suddenly the door bell rang. It echoed loudly through the house, making Olivia jump. She glanced back at Alex but he didn’t stir at all. Knowing him, he’d probably been working late for the past few nights. Not to mention, they’d worn each other out last night.
Olivia gently lifted the covers off her naked body and slid off the bed quietly so that she wouldn’t wake him. She grabbed his robe hanging off the door of his wardrobe and pulled it on, tying it tightly around her waist. It swamped her, but she didn’t want to rustle around with the clothes strewn all over the floor.
And she wanted to reach the door before whoever was on the other side rang the bell again. Alex needed to sleep.
As she walked out the bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind her, she was wondering who in the world showed up to Alex’s house at 6:45 in the morning. But she didn’t have to wait long.
When she unlatched the lock on the front door and tugged it open, she was faced with none other than Luke Branford. He grinned that broad grin of
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